"Wake up sleepy, we've got work to do today," said The Slut.
Kerry had a magnificent night of sleep. She still hadn't had her first orgasm, but the sexual release she experienced the day before was enough to satisfy her. She had slept in her pajamas, but awoke to find that they would need washing. She had drooled on her thin blue shirt and had wet her loose plaid pajama pants with the effects of her arousal from whatever dreams had entered her resting head.
The alarm clock blared its annoying sounds repeatedly until Dana smacked it. Kerry liked Dana, she was a great roommate (mostly because she was so quiet). Dana had almost the exact same build as Kerry; about 5'8" with killer legs that belonged on a soccer player. The differences between them lay in their chests and heads. While Kerry had the popular 36C breasts, Dana had less noticeable 32B's. Kerry's hair was a strange concoction of not-quite-red and not-quite-brown while Dana was a pure blonde. Facially, Kerry was the super model and Dana was the, well, not super model.
The alarm stopped its obnoxious interruption of the girls' slumber, but it was time to get up. Kerry hopped out of her bed, ready to walk out of the dorms to face a new day full of whatever she decided. Dana wasn't so ready for the day. Kerry walked to her closet, making rhythmic steps as if she were dancing. She opened it up and pulled out a freshly cleaned bra, and slid it on after removing her blue shirt. This is when she noticed the dampness between her legs. She turned her head to see if Dana was looking, then quietly dashed to the bathroom with a fresh pair of underwear.
Dana lay still with her arm over her eyes, blocking the bright sunlight that penetrated through the window and onto her face. She was having a battle as to whether or not she should get up.
Kerry was getting herself dressed when she heard Dana. "Just five more minutes and I'll be fine. Yeah, that'll be good. No... no I should really just get up now. I have a lot of classes today and I don't want to be too sleepy. But..."
Kerry would have been surprised, but freezing time can take the surprise factor right out of you. It was just another bonus to her newfound powers. She had read plenty of science fiction stories in high school. The Christian always protested, but she had to for one of her English classes. With this knowledge, she knew she could figure some things out. And now was the time to test it.
"Dana, when I walk back into the room, pretend I am not there." Kerry wasn't totally sure this would work, but that's why she tried something simple. Newly dressed, having brushed her hair, Kerry ventured back into the bedroom. Dana had finally resolved to get up. She was standing, rubbing her right eye. "Kerr, are you in there?" she said, directing her voice to the bathroom. It worked.
Dana received no answer, so she walked out to the kitchen. It was a pretty nice dorm room, two rooms, each with its own bathroom, and a tight but comfortable living space with an adjoining kitchen separated only by a counter. The bedroom opposite theirs was empty. They weren't sure how long that would be the case.
At the moment, Dana was preparing to have just a simple breakfast of Pop Tarts and coffee. Kerry had other plans. "Dana, why don't you make me a nice breakfast? Pancakes and eggs sounds good." And that's just what Dana did. She approached the stove, her ass jiggling beneath her panties a she did. Her oversized sweatshirt that belonged to her boyfriend hid her petite breasts. She was very insecure about them, but Kerry had always wanted her to feel nice. So she was compelled to try something else on a more emotional level. "Dana... you know your breasts are perfect. Size doesn't matter. Just feel good about the way your body is." And with that, the sweatshirt came off.
Unlike Kerry, Dana slept with a bra on. But right now, Kerry didn't matter. She had just done a good deed for her roommate and she was feeling very good about herself. It was already such a happy morning that she could sing-
"Sing! Oh, shoot I'll be late for Choir!" Kerry rushed back into her room and pulled on some jeans. She struggled to get them on in a rush, so she slowed down a bit and calmed her nerves. Unfortunately, that triggered a new thought process.
"Why don't you stay a bit longer? You should get to know Dana better. Find out where she's from, maybe a bit about her family life, and definitely what her biggest turn ons are." cooed The Slut.
Kerry did want to get to know Dana better. But now wasn't the time. She could ask about her hometown and her family later. It would have to wait to find out what Dana's favorite position was.
Kerry walked about of the dorm wondering exactly what was Dana's favorite position? She had personally never experience any, but what about Dana? Is she the in control type who loves cowgirl? Or maybe she's the subordinate who loves to take it from behind...
Awake for five minutes, and already Kerry had begun to wet her panties.
******* It was a large choir. There were over 200 students that were a part of it. The Sopranos were on the far left, the Altos (where Kerry was) next to them. To the right of the altos were the Tenors, and on the far right the Basses. Kerry knew the song well, and there wasn't much for the Altos to sing anyhow. Her mind was very occupied with Dana. She wondered how experience she was with sex. For that matter, what about Juniper? She was a major jock; did she really have any interest in sex? What about-
"Stop, stop! Sopranos, you're too quiet, I can hear the Tenors breathe. Think about the song, it's not supposed to be subtle. Tone it up but don't lose the emotion."
This was the millionth time that the conductor had to interrupt because the sopranos were too quiet. The men in the choir all groaned and laughed. One of the tenors, Pat Kraler, was cracking jokes about the sopranos.
"How many sopranos does it take to screw in a light bulb? They can't, they hold the bulb in and expect the world to turn around them."
